This:

Love is . . . .

To look upon a new borns eyes
and see devotion beyond all that is

To see the first flower of spring
emerge from this hallowed ground

The wings of a bird
as she soars and swoops the land so

when words neednt be spoken
but a whisper said lasts forever

when rain falls upon you so
and yet it clenses you

when the suns on your face
as you lay together beneath a tree

when she looks at you
and you see beyond all that is

when your hand is held fast
and though let go always binded

when forgiveness comes for them being human
in that we all make mistakes

when tears fall and you capture them
in outstretched hands and kiss
from whence they came from

to ask for aid and soloution
and to be shown the way

when held in arms of comfort
and never let go to be alone

to watch the leafs crown the trees
in all colours of the day

when a lark sings its sonnet
and you smile wistfully

when the stars in the nite skies shine down
and each one reminds you of but her

when all is said and done along the journey
and yet its like the very first time
you saw her so

when she whispers unto you
words and secrets that tingle the body
caress the mind and reverberate the heart

when naked led there upon the bed
and you hold each other close
on through the nite

when no matter time and distance
you breathe as but one

when she simply says
I Love You

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